More than half an hour passed in a tense and anxious atmosphere, and Mosilele and Winnie finally pushed open the door of bedroom 103 under the expectant gaze of everyone—but Mosilele's face didn't look very good—and her brow was still possible because of the pale light cast by the energy-saving lamps in the hallway...... Unfortunate thing?

The hearts of several worried-looking colonists tightened, and they all saw uneasy looks in each other's eyes.

"Sister Mosilaire......" Anya, who was already crying and her eyes were swollen, broke away from the old knife's embrace and threw herself in front of her, "What's wrong with my sister?" ”

"Hmm......" Mosilaire squatted down, touched Anya's head, tidied up the little girl's hair, which was already a little messy, and thought for a while before smiling softly and said: "Your sister has no major problems, and she should be able to wake up safely in a few days." ”

The young Anya apparently failed to capture a certain stress and anxiety hidden in Mosilare's forced smile - she only let out a sigh of relief after hearing Mosilere's affirmative answer, and then simply smiled, and seemed to be much more relaxed - she seemed to believe Mosilaire very much.

"Old knife, Bender, come over here, I'll check it on you." Mosilaire smoothed Shun Anya's hair, stood up, and waved his hand at the old knife and Bender who were leaning against the wall.

Mosilaire, who had arrived at the dining room with the two colonists, was obviously a little surprised when she saw the visiting leopards sitting on the dining chairs, but she greeted them in a friendly manner, and then asked Miss Winnie, who was still in the corridor, to briefly entertain the people of the Rose Mountain tribe, while she took the old knife and Bender to sit in another corner of the dining room a little further away from them.

Sitting in a chair, Mosilaire put down the medical kit in his hand, causing its tough metal shell to scrape against the large wooden dining table, which was extremely uncomfortable - but Mosilaire, pursed his lips, didn't seem to hear it at all.

Old Knife and Bender sat in the dining chair next to Mosilare, nervous and tormented as if something was burning their butts under the chair - both of them were middle-aged men who had been crawling around in sandstorms, insect plagues, and pirate attacks for decades, and it was easy to see that Mosilare, a half-grown girl, still had some words in her heart that she hadn't said to Anya—and a little thought about it made her know that it must not be good news.

"Whew-" Mosilaire broke the suffocating silence, rubbed his face, and spoke slowly, "Little Red Riding Hood's injuries are serious. ”

Old Knife and Bender glanced at each other, and both looked at Mosilel, but did not answer.

"Excessive blood loss is secondary, and an infection that may arise at any time in the next few days will kill this girl," Moschelle stared blankly at the glossy table with the varnish on it, as if it were for himself, "My medical skills are terrible, really bad." ”

"I've sewed up the wound on her back, but I'll just stitch it up," said Mosilelle, with her head bowed, like a child who had done something wrong. "I tried to get the bullet that had gotten into her left kidney, but ...... The bullet was too deep, so I took it upon myself to cut it all out......"

"If only I had been a better doctor...... Maybe ......" Mosilele's eyes were a little red, and her voice grew quieter—she almost cried with self-reproach.

The old knife suddenly slammed the table hard, startling everyone—including the three young men from the Rose Mountains who were talking to Winnie.

"It's all my fault, if I could have found those two beasts raised by inferior bugs earlier......" The old knife pulled his hair in pain, and finally scolded indignantly and whispered: "What a damn! ”

Seeing that the two companions were depressed, Bender took the initiative to encourage them for the first time in a rare way—considering that the usual work of adjusting the emotions of his companions used to be done by Mosilelle, and that this gentle and beloved girl often did it very well—the rookie who had been adventuring in various star fields of the universe a few days ago seemed to have some of the appearance of a qualified leader.

The art of language really requires skill and talent, and interestingly, Bender's wife was also famous for her eloquence in the slums of the old town, but Bender, a silly boy who was bullied for his honesty and honesty since childhood, did not inherit this talent from his wife.

Bende's words to comfort his partner were really stupid, but fortunately, he still used his true feelings to make the two sighing friends clean up their moods and cheer up temporarily—especially when Lao Dao suddenly remembered that there seemed to be some information on the artificial manufacture of human replacement organs in the laboratory, which gave them great enthusiasm and motivation for work.

Thankfully, Little Red Riding Hood, who lost her left kidney, also has a functioning right kidney, and although some of the body's metabolic functions will inevitably be affected, at least they will have some time to fight for a good replacement organ for the brave girl who lost her left kidney in the battle to defend the base - they will be able to do it!

A few days later.

"Sister, sister—"

Anya, who ran into the kitchen, seemed to be very excited, and her little face turned red.

"What's wrong?" Mosilere, who was preparing lunch for everyone, put down the kitchen knife in his hand, turned to look at the reckless little girl, and blinked.

"My sister," Anya breathed a little breathless, and then continued to gesturing with her hands and feet, "My sister is awake, you go and see!" ”

"Oh, yes!" Mosilaire had a look of surprise on her face, and after rinsing her hands briefly, she was dragged by Anya to the sisters' bedroom - Mosilele's left leg was still a little inflexible, but she couldn't bear to spoil the little girl's good mood, so it took a lot of effort to limp and barely keep up with Anya's cheerful pace.

The blood-stained bedding and sheets in the bedroom had been changed in the first two days, but considering that the patient needed a quiet environment to recuperate, Anya had actually slept with Mosileelle and Winnie lately - fortunately, Bender's bed was relatively large, otherwise it would not have been enough for the two lively children to jump up and down at night before bedtime.

When Anya took Mosilaire's hand and pushed open the light wooden door of bedroom 103, Little Red Riding Hood, who had woken up, had already sat up, leaning on several large soft pillows stacked on top of each other and staring at his hands.

Although her face was still a little pale, and she looked a little silly from the prolonged coma, Little Red Riding Hood smiled gently and innocently at the two men who pushed the door in—even though the silliness that came out of her smile almost burst the ceiling.

"Sister!"

Anya let go of the hand holding Mosilaire, jumped up and threw herself on Little Red Riding Hood's lap, looking carefully at the sister in front of her who had been dependent on her with wide eyes.

"Sister, do you remember me?" Anya, who jumped on the bed, lay in front of Little Red Riding Hood, holding her head and looking left and right, as if she was worried that her sister had lost her memory due to serious injuries.

Anya's overly worried childish behavior made Little Red Riding Hood really cry and laugh, and Mosilaire, who was leaning against the door, assured that Anya had definitely read too many bloody novels in her own collection - maybe she would have to hide some romance magazines that were not suitable for children - wait, Winnie shouldn't be ......?

"Oh, of course I remember you," Little Red Riding Hood hugged her sister, kissed her the cheek, and gently scratched her armpits, "Dear, lovely, mischievous Miss Anya." ”

"Giggle." Anya, who was tickled by Little Red Riding Hood, laughed happily and rolled around in her sister's arms.

"Hey Mosilaire, how are you doing?" Little Red Riding Hood deliberately let go of her hands so that her sister could escape from her clutches without any problems.

"Well, it's all good." Mosilaire stopped his inexplicable thoughts, sat down on the edge of Anya's bed, and looked at Anya, who was bouncing around them heartlessly, and hesitated for a while before speaking, "I have something to tell you." ”

"Huh? Just say it! Little Red Riding Hood stared at Mosilaire, who lowered her head, with some confusion, and smiled happily, "We are all a family, just talk about something in the future!" ”

"Whoa!" This made Mosilaire blame himself even more, and he gritted his teeth before apologizing softly: "I'm sorry...... I cut out your shot left kidney......"

"Ahh Little Red Riding Hood snorted in surprise, which made Mosilaire look up worriedly—she was afraid that Little Red Riding Hood would loudly reprimand her for being an unqualified doctor.

Little Red Riding Hood, frowning, curled her mouth, and finally winked her round eyes twice at Mosilelle, "What is a kidney?" ”

Time slipped away for several days in the cooler autumn days, and Little Red Riding Hood, who had been bedridden for a long time, was able to barely get out of bed and walk to relax, but the big-hearted girl seemed to be completely indifferent to the loss of her left kidney - Little Red Riding Hood quickly accepted this fact after Mosilelle's patient explanations and warnings, and was very confident in the old knife, who had been working hard in the laboratory for several days, as if she only had to wait a few days patiently to get a miraculous, brand-new, intact artificial replacement kidney— This optimism is indeed admirable.